Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nauru and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pantaleimon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Arcadia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Dolphy,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker,
David Bowie,
Rotary Connection,
The Stooges,
Cal Tjader,
Steve Hackett,
Public Enemy,
the Human League,
the Slits,
The Vogues,
Stereo Dub,
The Black Dice,
Urselle,
B.T. Express,
Boredoms,
The Trojans,
Crooked Eye,
Aural Exciters,
Sixth Finger,
Magma,
Mark Hollis,
Letta Mbulu,
In Retrospect,
The Index,
Guru Guru,
The Fall,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mummies,
Theoretical Girls,
Zapp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wings,
DJ Sneak,
Harry Pussy,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Order,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
48th St. Collective,
The Zeros,
Bush Tetras,
China Crisis,
Angry Samoans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
Joensuu 1685,
Kaleidoscope,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiohead,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.